cheeks fall prey toperfect red circlesdue to fallen hoodsthe view from the top of the hill:fleeting and fleeing

one chose not to participateinstead, thrusting the plastic red dishsolo, rider-lessdown the small mountain

an amazed smileemerged on his little facewatching the red ramp waiver and floatand crash down to blanketed earthI wanted in on this secret- a mystery and pleasureonly he could feeland he did it again and again